Dental Work

today this tuesday was special i went to the dentist. I like the dentist. I have good teeth, but I do tend to get a build up of plaque. So because my husband currently has health insurance that covers my teeth I go regulary to get em cleaned. I feel a little like a grateful hippo, being picked away at by some gentle bird. Symbiotic. I listen to easy listening music leaned back and hear little snippets of wonderful mundane family tales from my dentist. My dentist and his receptionist are not glamourous people. I like them, they seem authentic, good at their jobs and without gimics. Once I had a dentist that I told I didn't want certain work performed, he told me all sorts of rot about how dangerous a decision this was and made me sign a waver leaving him free of charges I may lay against him when my teeth fell out, certain teeth needed immediate attention I was told. I told him that most things I do, I do slowly. I said "I rot slowly." He hadn't an answer for this, years and years later those same said teeth that needed attention are still very well. Okay I did a little mental heal, focus work, you know sending my teeth good vibes and all that, so I was thankful for the heads up.